Post by Guest on Dec 22, 2007 2:04:55 GMT
Accepted! Welcome to the board!
I quite enjoyed your application, i'm more than happy to establish you with the rank you required (First Sergeant).
If you require any help, feel free to Ask/PM me!
~Danny
Account E-Mail: Edited Out!
Name: Edward S. McMillan
Nationality:
Irish
What Army will Your Character Serve Beneath?
UK or US: US
Character History:
Edward was born on December 22nd 1911 in a small cottage on the outskirts of Rossadillisk to Sheryl McMillan, his mother, a successful baker in the near town. His father was a born to be anything but a farmer, still he attempted to prove everyone wrong to no avail. Due to complications at birth Edward has a small stigmatism in his left eye, hardly noticeable unless you know what you are looking for.
In March of 1927 Edward's mother died of consumption, soon after Edward's father took the young boy and they left for a new life in America. They were met with much resistance from the start. Edward's father had no luck keeping employment and soon Edward, out of sheer starvation became a petty thief to help make ends meat. After many short stints in the county jails Edward enlisted with the Army at the ripe age of 19.
Edward was a go getter. He preformed well in Basic training despite his limited education. After all of the years trying to help his father with the crops back home he soon realized that he was one of the most physically fit members of his unit. His leaders noticed almost immediately how cunning and able Edward was at getting into and out of situations without being noticed, most of these skills were gained more recently as a petty thief. Soon after Edward was placed in the reconnaissance platoon to put his skills to better use. This was not to his liking, Edward had always wanted to be in the thick of things as most rookies tend to. Three days after Edwards twenty second birthday his father died as a result of mass infection from a minor wound gone unchecked, that he sustained in an arguement at a local tavern.
Military Rank:
- First Sergeant
So please choose wisely, use the following links to help you choose.
UK Military Ranks!
US Military Ranks!
Writing Sample:
Scenario: You’re alone behind enemy lines and you get the eerie feeling someone’s watching you. You’re trying to remain quiet, stay low, work your way back to the frontlines - but you can’t help but feel you’re being followed… (How does your character React? What’s running through their mind?)
"Well the ground isn't going to get any dryer." he thought to himself as he began steadily crawling along the muddy ditch. "Probably should have eaten that last piece of bread instead of giving it to that flea infested mutt. Oh well no use in belly aching over it now." he knew the rest of the troops were just as cold and hungry. He couldn't stop thinking that there was someone just about to put their crosshairs over the back of his head and end it all. Couldn't waste time looking back every ten seconds, only gave the Krouts that much more time to find him.
As he came upon a bend in the creek bed he saw a slight indention in the berm of all the muck. He crawled over to rest just a moment, mainly to get the rock out of his right boot."Better do it now in case I have to scurry about later." The sun was just starting to come up which was sure to be a welcome sight to the other soldiers waiting on his return but for him it meant there was no time left to waste. He quickly put his boot back on. As the sunlight crested a nearby hill chalked full of craters it lit up an American flag, it almost seemed to be a glowing beacon of hope. He had less than eighty meters to safety, well at least his version of it.
ZIP
There it was, the bullet that was fated to take his life, missing by only inches. Quickly as he could before the rifleman could chamber another round he pulled the pin on his last chance at life. He firmly threw it over his right shoulder as he got up to sprint with every once of energy left in his body. There was little to no chance it would come close to taking out his assailant but it very well might give him the distraction he needed to gain more ground towards his fellow comrades.
"Twenty meters to go, minus the slide into the trench, just for enthusiasm."
TWANG
The next one came a little sooner than expected and barely caught the left side of his helmet. Enough to temporarily deafen him and send him to the ground in amazement. "This one's good, too good."
"Give me some freakin cover!!!"
CRACK.........CRACK...CRACK
"Jesus, you would think they were fresh out of basic the way they tend to sit aimlessly with dull looks smeared across their faces." He thought as he slunk down into the trench only to pop right back up and join in the barrage.
I quite enjoyed your application, i'm more than happy to establish you with the rank you required (First Sergeant).
If you require any help, feel free to Ask/PM me!
~Danny
Account E-Mail: Edited Out!
Name: Edward S. McMillan
Nationality:
Irish
What Army will Your Character Serve Beneath?
UK or US: US
Character History:
Edward was born on December 22nd 1911 in a small cottage on the outskirts of Rossadillisk to Sheryl McMillan, his mother, a successful baker in the near town. His father was a born to be anything but a farmer, still he attempted to prove everyone wrong to no avail. Due to complications at birth Edward has a small stigmatism in his left eye, hardly noticeable unless you know what you are looking for.
In March of 1927 Edward's mother died of consumption, soon after Edward's father took the young boy and they left for a new life in America. They were met with much resistance from the start. Edward's father had no luck keeping employment and soon Edward, out of sheer starvation became a petty thief to help make ends meat. After many short stints in the county jails Edward enlisted with the Army at the ripe age of 19.
Edward was a go getter. He preformed well in Basic training despite his limited education. After all of the years trying to help his father with the crops back home he soon realized that he was one of the most physically fit members of his unit. His leaders noticed almost immediately how cunning and able Edward was at getting into and out of situations without being noticed, most of these skills were gained more recently as a petty thief. Soon after Edward was placed in the reconnaissance platoon to put his skills to better use. This was not to his liking, Edward had always wanted to be in the thick of things as most rookies tend to. Three days after Edwards twenty second birthday his father died as a result of mass infection from a minor wound gone unchecked, that he sustained in an arguement at a local tavern.
Military Rank:
- First Sergeant
So please choose wisely, use the following links to help you choose.
UK Military Ranks!
US Military Ranks!
Writing Sample:
Scenario: You’re alone behind enemy lines and you get the eerie feeling someone’s watching you. You’re trying to remain quiet, stay low, work your way back to the frontlines - but you can’t help but feel you’re being followed… (How does your character React? What’s running through their mind?)
"Well the ground isn't going to get any dryer." he thought to himself as he began steadily crawling along the muddy ditch. "Probably should have eaten that last piece of bread instead of giving it to that flea infested mutt. Oh well no use in belly aching over it now." he knew the rest of the troops were just as cold and hungry. He couldn't stop thinking that there was someone just about to put their crosshairs over the back of his head and end it all. Couldn't waste time looking back every ten seconds, only gave the Krouts that much more time to find him.
As he came upon a bend in the creek bed he saw a slight indention in the berm of all the muck. He crawled over to rest just a moment, mainly to get the rock out of his right boot."Better do it now in case I have to scurry about later." The sun was just starting to come up which was sure to be a welcome sight to the other soldiers waiting on his return but for him it meant there was no time left to waste. He quickly put his boot back on. As the sunlight crested a nearby hill chalked full of craters it lit up an American flag, it almost seemed to be a glowing beacon of hope. He had less than eighty meters to safety, well at least his version of it.
ZIP
There it was, the bullet that was fated to take his life, missing by only inches. Quickly as he could before the rifleman could chamber another round he pulled the pin on his last chance at life. He firmly threw it over his right shoulder as he got up to sprint with every once of energy left in his body. There was little to no chance it would come close to taking out his assailant but it very well might give him the distraction he needed to gain more ground towards his fellow comrades.
"Twenty meters to go, minus the slide into the trench, just for enthusiasm."
TWANG
The next one came a little sooner than expected and barely caught the left side of his helmet. Enough to temporarily deafen him and send him to the ground in amazement. "This one's good, too good."
"Give me some freakin cover!!!"
CRACK.........CRACK...CRACK
"Jesus, you would think they were fresh out of basic the way they tend to sit aimlessly with dull looks smeared across their faces." He thought as he slunk down into the trench only to pop right back up and join in the barrage.